Problems swarm mosquito-like
annoying to distraction,
People don't know what to do
alone or larger factions,
The fog of living seems to cloud
a clarity of action.
We look around and get confused...
Opinions rage on issues,
But looking up we find His truth
Fog lifts, light shines, peace enters.
Forever up I must return the gaze that guides the ages.
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